| I was of poor folk
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| But my mother had a rabbit fur coat
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| And a girl of less character pushed her down the L.A. River
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| Hand over that rabbit fur coat
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| She put a knife to her throat
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| Hand over that rabbit fur coat
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| When my ma refused, the girl kicked dirt on her blouse
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| Stay away from my mansion house
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| My mother really suffered for that
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| Spent her life in a gold plated body cast
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| Now, you ask, did she get that girl back?
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| She paid a visit to that mansion house
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| She knew the girl was not there
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| But her father was in cufflinks with slicked-back black hair
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| He invited her in, they never sang a note
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| But she took off that rabbit fur coat
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| And who do you think came home?
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| Miss so and so She took one look at my ma and what did she say?
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| «„Why are you stealing from my mansion house?“»
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| No, I’m in love with Mr. so and so He invited me in, I’m a girl no more
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| Then she dragged my ma out by her throat
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| Hand over that rabbit fur coat
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| Let’s move ahead twenty years, shall we?
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| She was waitressing on welfare, we were living in the valley
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| A lady says to my ma you treat your girl as your spouse
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| You can live in a mansion house
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| And so we did
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| And I became a 100.000 dollar kid
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| When I was old enough to realize, wiped the dust from my mother’s eyes
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| It’s all this for that rabbit fur coat
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| But I’m not bitter about it
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| I’ve packed up my things and let them have at it And the fortune faded, as fortunes often do And so did that mansion house
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| Where my ma is now, I don’t know
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| She was living in her car, I was living on the road
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| And I hear she’s putting that stuff up her nose
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| And still wearing that rabbit fur coat
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| But mostly I’m a hypocrite
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| I sing songs about the deficit
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| But when I sell out and leave Omaha, what will I get?
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| A mansion house and a rabbit fur coat |